Real Hearts Romane & Geschichten

In the end, the perfect husband and father Stan and I were so proud of was a phony, and the love he showed us was a lie. The only truth was this deceitful plot he maintained for six years, ending with a meticulously staged car accident to take away my son's heart. Nonetheless, my consciousness blurred as the sedative flowed through my veins. I could feel the icy touch of machines digging inside my body, giving me more nightmares. There was only pitch-blackness where my son stood, an emptiness in his chest where his heart should have been. He was reaching toward me, screaming, "Mommy! It hurts so much!"

Betty's voice was barely audible as she whispered, "I know you're a good man, Mateo." Mateo's eyes dropped to her other hand, as she gently raised it placing it on his chest. He was surprised as she touched the scar on his chest. A small smile played on her lips as she said, "Beneath this torn flesh is a golden heart, but hidden by the scar of a feared man."

“When Hope died, everything fell apart.” The room became silent. He sounded devastated. Actually devastated. Not guilty. Not proud. Heartbroken. Selena frowned. Nothing made sense anymore. Then Jonathan opened a file on-screen. A single document appeared. Everyone stared. Because the title read: AUTHORIZED SUBJECTS Hope Morgan. Selena Vale. Only two names. Two. Jonathan swallowed hard. And suddenly— he looked afraid. The screen reflected it clearly. Fear. Genuine fear. Then he said something that changed everything. “HeartLock was never about finding soulmates.”

It shot up through the geyser-arch, a pillar of pure emotional energy that pierced the violet sky and struck the lead Reaper directly in its "Synthetic Heart." The effect was instantaneous and terrifying. The Reapers weren't destroyed by fire or force; they were destroyed by feeling. The "Synthetic Hearts" that powered the machines were built for logic, for cold efficiency, and for the "Zero-Pulse" world. They had no defenses against the raw, unfiltered spectrum of Lycan emotion.

It was the first time a ray of light shone in Amber’s world and she felt forever grateful to the gentle and unassuming couple who finally gave her a taste of family life. Even though Hilary, Mr Bryce’s daughter from a previous marriage proved to be mean and nasty to her, Amber felt more at home with them than she ever had in foster care. She had finally began to find a semblance of normal life and a renewed hope to live. She was particulary excited at how the universe had smiled on her - the healthcare system could finally treat her for a fraction of the true cost. Or so she thought. Now, today, she was discovering that what she thought was the biggest miracle of her life, was actually, the

I just had to go with the flow. My relationship with Paris was on the rocks with me trying to figure out everything, but then after noticing that maybe we sometimes just don't end up with those who our hearts truly desire.. we 98% legit end up with people we truly care about. I decided to concentrate on that and appreciate her more.

“You’re not? This is not a dream?” He recovered from his shock and his expression softened. He smiled at me gently. “Kitten, I’m not dead. You’re not dreaming. I’m real.” He took my hand in his and brought it to his chest, making me feel his heart. “Do you feel that? My heart is beating.” Oh my god! It’s true. I could feel his heart pounding beneath my palm. His skin was soft and warm. His cheeks were pinkish, his eyes had the same loving expression he gave me last night when we made love in what I thought was my dream.

Her voice broke. Not a single word came out of his mouth. He just kept stared at her with tears filling his eyes. She could see the deep sadness and disappointment in his eyes. "Why do you have the heart to ask me that? I didn't kill your mother. I'd rather die than see you die. I love you with all my heart and I believe your heart knows that," he said in a sad whisper. Tears dripped from her eyes upon hearing what he said. Her heart told her he wasn't lying. Her heart was sure all this time his love for her was real, not fake.

Is it real? “Here,” he says, laying his palm on a sculpted pec. A vein runs diagonally, past his pale brown nipple. It pulses with his heartbeat. “What does it feel like?” I ask quietly. I can’t remember anything but pain. His lips turn down and a crease appears on the bridge of his nose. “Like I have another heart, and I didn’t know I had it, and now I do.” “I don’t feel anything.” He offers me a sad smile. “Yet.”

He knew this could happen, as well. Now that the door was open to her memories, they would flood her and not bring all the good memories that would help her but the bad ones too. He moved closer and kissed her forehead as he softly said her name. She finally woke up and felt the tears that were streaming down her face. She glanced up and touched his face as she was trying to convince herself that he was not a dream, and he was really there. “Sweetheart, it is okay. I am here.” Garrett said softly, and then she sighed as the waves of emotions were rolling around her.